Chicago Blackhawks

From the face off
To the play offs,
I want to see a Hawk,
It’s not just talk.

It’s guys on ice,
They’re nothing nice.
It’s off with the gloves,
That’s what we love.

It rocks, they’re heading for the penalty box.
That’s hockey, they’re cocky.
It’s fights and scoring,
Beers pouring, never boring.

It’s skill, not luck,
The way they handle that puck.
They have to think,
When in that rink.

We’re red, black, and white,
With a win in sight.
We’re going all the way,
With a power play.

We won’t give up,
Until we win the Stanley Cup.